I will lay the linear reductions

into the curvature of the whole.

I will think out and up to the horizon.

I think I see the water tension of the world’s

tear ducts before a blink.

I think I will sit with the sunrises and sunsets

as they share coffee and night caps.

Come with me while the light dissipates

and darkness rolls over the edge.

Sit with me when God calls to look

unto the hills, the hills which huddle

their crescendos against the exhalation of the day.

The days and nights turn and roll,

and golden light stirs the pigmentation of our souls

while shadows unleash mysteries.

Will you come with me

as the sun lays in the ocean,

and the moon’s lunacy

paintsus like a Geisha?